The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake: Billionaires and Bridesmaids 4 (21 page)

She’d known it’d be a media frenzy, but she’d had no idea it’d be this crazy.

Her father’s wedding seemed to have captured the attention of the celebrity-loving tabloids. There wasn’t a day that went by that some new magazine didn’t have a new, lurid tidbit about the wedding, or “bridal confessions” or anything else to catch the public’s eye. Two of the triplets were eating up the attention. Kiki just seemed more tense as time went on. Her father? Her father was extremely pleased. He didn’t give two shits about the wedding itself, but the attention it was getting? He loved it, because it was good for business. Already he was planning a honeymoon issue of Dutchman magazine and some video sales. Of what, she had no clue—nor did she want to know.

And Greer?

Well, other than being utterly stressed by the pending wedding?

She was happier than she’d ever been. Being with Asher was just as she’d dreamed it. No, better, because she’d never imagined she could be so happy. When they weren’t together, they were constantly texting or sending silly notes to each other. When she had free time (and sometimes when she didn’t), he’d swing by the castle and pick her up so she could enjoy a nice quiet dinner somewhere. Most of the time it was back at his hotel room.

And they “practiced.” A lot. God, did they ever practice. They’d practiced so much that Greer’s head felt as if it were in a permanent fog of bliss. The sex was incredible. Granted, her standards had been pretty low when she’d agreed to the deal they’d made, but the reality kind of blew her mind. He insisted on making her come more than once each time he had her in his bed, and one night, he’d held his promise about licking her pussy for hours.

Yeah . . . that had been a really good night.

It was more than just sex, too. It was the way he touched her and held her. It was the way he talked to her about his day and asked for her advice on his business—as if she knew anything about outsourcing! But she liked that he asked her anyway. It meant that he valued her opinion.

Asher had proven to be sensible when it came to the wedding, too. Whenever the triplets thought up something new they wanted, he sensibly talked them into a much easier alternative—or out of the idea altogether. He was at every wedding meeting she conducted, and even though Bunni had done her best to flirt with him the entire time, he only had eyes for Greer.

So yeah, getting knocked up by a drunken man at a party? It might have been the best thing that had ever happened to Greer. She touched her stomach as she considered that, reviewing the endlessly changing placard of seating arrangements. Tiffi had showed up this morning with a laundry list of people she wanted out of the wedding and new people she wanted in and expected Greer to make it happen. She was doing her best, but it meant rearranging a lot of the seating. She couldn’t have the mayor of Las Vegas sitting next to the head of a pornography video company . . . could she? Or did it depend on if they brought wives? Most of the etiquette books didn’t give examples for that sort of thing, alas.

The baby . . .

Okay, so the baby was awesome, but it was also a real kink in the situation with Asher. Sometimes when she was lying in bed with him, she wondered why he was suddenly so interested in her. She worried it might be the baby. But if that was the case, why had he signed his rights away? The paperwork was done and filed with her lawyer.

The paperwork bothered her, too. It didn’t seem right to force Asher to give up his child. If he wanted to be in the baby’s life, did she have a right to prevent it? Did she even want to? If her baby had a chance of a loving father, how could she possibly say no after her cold, mostly forgotten upbringing?

It worried her. She wanted the best for her baby, and what if the best was two parents?

I swear I’m trying to think of you and not what I want
, she told it silently.
Just because I was mad at Asher, you shouldn’t be forced to be fatherless
.

She wasn’t even mad anymore. Did that evening in the gardens still hurt her? Of course. But he’d sure made it clear that her pleasure in bed was his priority. She was willing to forgive. And he’d been so attentive and loving over the last few weeks.

It was almost like they were a real couple. She just really wasn’t sure what they were. Friends with benefits . . . and a baby on the way? What happened after the wedding? What then? She was afraid to ask.

“Such a serious look on your face,” called a familiar voice from the doorway.

She looked up and smiled at Asher. “Just planning some wedding stuff,” she lied. Her brain should have been fully in wedding-mode but she couldn’t stop thinking about him and the baby and how their puzzle pieces fit together. “Did you finish your to-do list?”

“Mostly.”

“Er, mostly? The wedding is in two days, Ash. What have you forgotten? Your suit? Is your suit not ready? Because—”

“The suit’s fine,” he told her, striding into the room. No one else was around, and so instead of sitting down at the large castle table, he came to her side and leaned against it, his leg inches from her hand. “You look tired.”

“I’m not tired. It’s just busy right now. Actually, I’m probably going to be busy up until they leave for their honeymoon.” She’d booked four tickets, just in case her father wanted to bring the trio with him. “That means there’s probably not much time for . . .”

“Playtime?” he supplied. He reached out and tugged a lock of hair free from where she’d tucked it behind her ear. “Is this you letting me down gently, sweetheart?”

“No! Not at all. I just . . . I need to focus for the next few days. That means I can’t stay at your place tonight.” Mostly because she tended to let him distract her away from any work she should have been doing and when she spent the night, she tended to sleep late. Real late. “I’m sorry. We need to focus. Everything has to go off without a hitch or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Of course,” he murmured, rubbing the lock of her hair between his fingers.

He certainly knew how to be distracting. “What did you say you haven’t finished on your list yet?”

I’m just struggling with the whole best-man speech part.”

“Because my father’s not given to sentiment?” She could understand that. Stijn was a hard man to like at times. Filling a speech with his greater qualities might not be the easiest of tasks.

“Something like that.”

“Just keep it brief and clever and I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She stacked her charts. “You can always practice it on me.”

He chuckled, and she realized what she’d said too late. “Why, Greer, are you telling me that I need to practice my oral skills?” He leaned in and tugged her hair free of the clip she wore. He’d gotten really good at releasing her hair, and every time he did, it led to sex.

Her entire body flushed with arousal at the thought.

God, what was it about being around this man that made her seem like she was a horny teenager ready to have sex at the slightest suggestion? And why did she love it so much? She bit her lip and peeked up at him. “Now that you mention it . . .” Her finger went to his slacks and she idly traced a fingertip along the front pleat. “You have needed a lot of practice lately.”

“Woman,” he growled low in his throat. “Where’s your room?”

“I’ll show you,” Greer breathed. She clutched the charts to her chest to hide her hard nipples and got to her feet. “Follow me.”

“I’m all yours.”

She took his hand and led him down one of the back halls of the castle, towards the staff quarters. Luckily, they didn’t run into anyone, or Greer would have been embarrassed at being caught in a “booty call.” She got to her room and opened the door, then shoved him inside. She followed him in a second later and locked the door.

His body was stiff, anger on his face. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Hmm?” She glanced around. Bed made. Computer on desk. Clothes in suitcase still neatly stored on suitcase rack.

“This is your fucking room?” Asher turned and glared at her. “Your father lives in a damn castle with three blonde nitwits and he keeps you with the staff in this hole?” He gestured at the small bedroom. “You don’t even have a full-sized bed. I’ve seen car seats bigger than that bed.”

She wasn’t going to argue over this. Flustered, Greer ran her hands through her hair, smoothing it. “I’m only here temporarily, and my original room was on the second floor with the rest of the girlfriends, but people kept wandering in when I was trying to sleep. My father’s guests are often drunk and I didn’t feel safe. I like it here. It’s cozy and out of the way.”

Asher just shook his head. “He’s fucking ignoring you. I’m starting to hate the man.”

“Well, save that for after the wedding, perhaps? Or it might make your best man speech awkward.” She moved toward him and tugged him toward her bed. “There’s still plenty of room here to practice, if you ask me.”

“I just don’t get your father,” he growled, even as he allowed her to pull him down onto the mattress. “You’re the best thing he has in his life and he’s throwing away your relationship.”

“Ash, we’ve never really had a relationship.
Vader
doesn’t know how to care for people. I accepted it long ago.” Well, mostly. The child inside her still yearned for birthday to-dos and a father that remembered she existed.

“He’s your father. It should mean something to him, damn it.” He leaned in and kissed her fiercely. “You matter. I don’t care what he thinks. You
matter
.”

His passionate words made her heart thump wildly. Of course it mattered. Asher had grown up in foster care and in his own words, had ‘escaped as fast as he could’. To him, parents were important because he’d never truly felt as if he’d had any. She’d had two messes and grown up being all she needed for herself. Maybe that was why she’d insisted she could do this on her own. But now? It felt wrong.

She was going to talk to her lawyer in the morning, get the contract changed. If Asher wanted to be in the baby’s life—in whatever capacity—she’d welcome it. No more revenge or making plans out of anger. There were three lives affected by the baby, and he deserved a say.

“You look so serious,” Asher said, cupping her face in his hands. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings with what I said about your father. He’s not a complete dick . . . actually, I can’t even say that. I know he’s a complete dick.”

Greer chuckled and began to unbutton Asher’s shirt. “I know he is. And I’m not upset. I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About how I should get some practice, too?” She wet her lips and gave him her most distracting look. “I mean, I think you’ve got a few things down pat, but I’m pretty sure I could use a little experience of my own.” And she kept unbuttoning and continued to his pants when she was done with his shirt.

His eyes watched her hotly. “You want to do that?”

Of course she did. He was incredibly sexy and she loved touching him. She grew bolder with every time they had sex, but this was the first time she’d been bold enough to ask to do this. He’d spent endless hours lavishing attention on her body—now she wanted to play a little with him. “Do you mind?”

Asher chuckled. “Asking if I mind if you give me a blow job is like asking if I mind if you give me a million dollars.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at him and slid off the side of the bed onto the floor, where she knelt on the worn throw rug. “One million dollar blow job coming right up. Well, actually, since I’ll be practicing, it’ll be more like a buck fifty blow job.”

“If you’re doing it, it’s priceless.”

She looked up to tease him at the words . . . and then realized he was utterly serious. Oh. A rush of affection surged through her and Greer smiled up at him. Just when she thought she knew the man, he blew her away with a quiet statement.

She wanted to make this good for him. All right, all those years of reading
Cosmo
magazines had to be good for something. She knew the basics, just lacked practical application. No teeth, lots of licking and sucking, and the occasional nut jiggle. She could do this.

Greer carefully unzipped his pants and pulled the fabric aside. His cock was already straining against his boxers, forming a tent in the fabric. “Poor thing,” she murmured. “All trapped and just wants out.”

“Are you being playful?” Asher asked, his voice incredulous. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” His hand went to her hair, and she thought he was going to stroke it, but he knotted his fingers in a fistful of it instead, holding her head. “You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen, Greer. You know that, right?”

“I do.” He told her constantly. Repeatedly. Either he really did think she was sexy—which was nice for the ego—or he just liked to pile on the lies. She preferred to think it was the former. Smiling, she pulled down his boxers carefully and freed his shaft.

His cock was interesting. She’d seen porn on the Internet—who hadn’t?—and thought she’d seen her share of dicks. They weren’t the best-looking of features, really. But there was something about Asher’s that she found incredibly appealing. His skin was smooth, the head thick and mushroomlike at the top. He was long and slightly curved, and there was a thick vein on the underside that she wanted to touch and see if he was sensitive. Really, she just wanted to play with all of him.

And this was her chance.

With a quick glance up at him, she curled her hands around his shaft. He felt thick and heavy in her hands, and the skin here felt warmer than the rest of his body. Softer, too, even though it covered something incredibly hard. She traced a finger around the head, then trailed along his shaft. “I’m going to put my mouth on you.”

“I’m totally fine with that.” His hand tightened in her hair. “More than fine. In fact, I’m going to have to demand it.”

“No need to demand.” She curled her fingers around his shaft and parted her lips, letting her mouth descend.

The first taste of him burst on her lips as tart and salty. It was shocking, really, but curious. She wanted more, and she flicked her tongue over the precum, lapping it up. At his groan of encouragement, she grew bolder. Her tongue explored more skin and her hand caressed his shaft and even down to his sac, experimenting with touches. He made more sounds when she toyed with the head, so she spent a lot of time caressing and licking it, coming up with new ways to try and please him.